motorcyclist. child. hairdresser. unemployed. ex-meth dealer. mother of 7. banker. e-bay software designer. smoker. single. coffee master. greying hair. homeless for ten months. football player. college student. alcoholic. musician. armed forces. medical student. sister-in-law.
All of those people, sitting together in my living room. It's beautiful how God can take random words and lives and knit them into a family. All of those people, together, would be a mess. We are a mess. But, continually, we are reminded that we are a family. I've learned the most from the people least like me. Maybe the thirteen-year-old girl writes the song I never could, or maybe the six year old teaches me a lesson on love. Maybe the alcoholic teaches me that we are all, as humans, addicts in some way or another. Maybe the man who has endured living under a bridge teaches me perserverance and generosity. In community my weaknesses become evident.
And that is a radical thing.
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3 comments:
God is good! :]
Where is the wii boxer, because I took Austin to school!
What a great night. I love our house church!
sorry Johnny, I'll remember that next time, next to:
powerpoint dude
good photographer
and
the guy that always has a Giglio dvd.
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